Tax time

I’ve said it for years…

To think things can’t get any worse is a failure of imagination.

All my life, just when I think things are okay…BOOM, the other shoe drops.

Which is exactly what happened today when I met with our CPA. Big boom. So big in fact, I thought my heart would stop.

Note to all writers. Keep those damn receipts!!

My organizational skills suck, probably more than my grammar and spelling, which means it’s pretty darn bad…lol. I feel for my poor editor. I’m sure she’s reading my latest submission and shaking her head…lol.

I’ll survive though and live to write yet another smutt filled suspense story…:) Yay…lol.

So now that the tax suspense if over and I’ve been slapped on the hand for my bad organization—which in truth was a little disappointing. Where’s the whips and chains? The leather straps? Come on, I was a bad girl…lol— I can’ now move on and focus, I mean seriously focus, on my right offs for next year, which I need more of…sigh.

So, new years resolution for this year, albiet a little late, is to get off my lazy butt and do more conferences and book signings. Starting with RT in Ohio….:)

Hope to see you all there. I’m on the feary court this year, so wave to me as I walk across the stage…:)

{{Hugs}}

Trista